All entries for Sunday 19 December 2004
December 19, 2004
Ok, we're arrived… finally tomorrow I'll be leaving to London, and then, on Tuesday, I'll take the flight to Rome, and I'll be back home.
I have to write something summing up the first three months (half) of my time in The University of Warwick.
My research: As you may know, I am doing my dissertation on Sodomy in the Renaissance (and its Representation in Elizabethan and Jacobean Drama). I have found a lot of articles and books here in the library – and I haven't yet searched among the old texts… However, I have a lot of material, but the real problem is that I haven't read (all of) it. So: next term: I have to read. Ok, this is a plan.
My German: Well, I have no idea whether my German is improved or not. I hope so, 'cause I have to pass my last German exam in Italy (!). Well… I have to tell the truth: I don't think I'm improved. Oh, no!
My friends: Definitely, I got new friends here. Two or three of them will be, probabily, friends for all the rest of my life (poor them!), the others, I don't know. However, I thought I would have been full of friends, but that's not true. Maybe I am less friendly than I think… or maybe English people are really tough! (The second is the right answer. They're so cold – kind, but cold – in no way friendly.)
Me: Well, I'm changed. I'm probabily a worse human being than before (sharper, colder – I'd like to say: "Like a blade", but than I think: "Oh, c'mon! So rhetoric! So crap! Who do you want to impress?").
My health: In the end, not bad at all. I've got two colds, a sore throat (one-week long, but I am used to it), and a starting sore-throat (I killed it!), and, now, this new fucking illness just two days before leaving (fuck off!), a pain in the right ear and jaw-bone (and maybe a little bit of fever yesterday in the library). So now I am half deaf (more than half, since that was my good ear…!). Not bad, not bad.
My English: Can I be really critical? Well, maybe you're a little bit faster in your speaking (and hearing – I can understand people talking in the TV!), but you make a lot of mistakes, more than before. What does that mean? No idea. And I know something. If English people were a little bit more friendly, I could talk more in English, and so I could improve faster and faster. But usually they don't talk to me – and I have nothing to tell 'em. Shame on me!
My cooking skills: I guess they're improved, but I'm not sure. Things here are different from Italy, the taste is really different, so I've no idea.
What's left? Is something missing? I don't think…Let's see… Well, no romance, please, I am here only for six months… I don't speak other languages… The launderette does the washing for me… the Cleaning Ladies clean up my mess… Think I'm done. Oh, no! I am a great, great housewife!
My housewife skills: I can really do the shopping, and actually save money buying stuff in different places, studying the advertisement of the sales, and, with my Tesco card (that, actually, is anonimous - so it's not mine, but will be Kathryn's) I'm getting a lot of points! (more than 400 in less than three months!)
And I can iron very well! Is there someone that wants to marry me??
Yeah, this is a big step! The future is shining to me!
[This is the future that's shining to me through the present's un-shining-ness-es (have I told you that I'm a great generator of new words??)]